Shirley, used to getting her way, totally ignored the butler.
She gave me a nasty look, then laughed, âThis womanâs just a nobody.
Who cares if she lives or dies? Thereâs no need to stick up for her.
â
Then, with a quick look, she got her subordinates moving.
Realizing Shirleyâs intentions, the newly emboldened servants disregarded the helpless butler and rushed towards me.
A cold expression settled on my face.
I had no desire to involve myself with someone as arrogant and ignorant as Shirley, but her persistence in demeaning the life of a mixed-blood witch only served to stoke my anger further.
With a cold smile, I challenged, âIf you have the courage, then come and face me.
Letâs determine who will be teaching whom a lesson today.
Just donât regret it afterward.
â
After speaking, I tightened my fists and focused my attention.
Ivy readied herself to transform into the wolf form to confront Shirleyâs followers.
âDonât worry, sweetheart,â Ivy assured me.
âIâll handle them, and Shirley wonât dare mess with you again.
â
I nodded in acknowledgment, preparing to transform, when suddenly, a stern and familiar male voice echoed around us.
âHold it!â
The voice held a firm, authoritative tone that commanded attention.
The approaching guards stopped in their tracks upon hearing it.
I stopped my transformation and turned towards the source of the voice.
Andrew, who had been absent for several days, stood before us.
He was dressed formally and held a briefcase, suggesting he had hurried here from work.
Shirleyâs attitude changed instantly upon spotting Andrew.
Her eyebrows rose, and her cheeks flushed with shy delight.
âAndrew, youâre finally here!â
Ivyâs eyes widened in disbelief.
âThat woman changes her demeanor too quickly, like a magician.
â
I was surprised too, but what amazed me even more was that Andrew wasnât deceived by her false appearance.
He stepped forward, positioning himself protectively in front of me.
His gaze shifted to Shirley, his narrowed eyes betraying clear disapproval.
Debraâs POV:
Andrewâs face, usually gentle, was now darkened by anger.
He gave Shirley a frosty look and asked, âShirley, why cause such a scene on my property? What are you trying to achieve?â